So,… here we are still
Stuck with these mother fuckers
Fuck these fucking dopes

.
Was that a bit harsh?
Too fucking bad, these chodes are
Like all I.E. cranks
.
I.E. cranks, I says
Prob’ly drive Honda Civics,
Take two parking spots
.
On the rare time I
Go to the asshole Walmart
They fly o’er speed bumps
.
They load four or five
Thirty-packs of the Bud Light
In waggy wheel cart
.
Use “Bro” at the end
Every sentence they utter
Pay with EBT
.
My look of disdain
Unnoticed until I cough,
Fist over mouth, DOUCHE!”
.
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EDIT^

I’m sad to report
That our leader, Dark Sock has died
Trying to keep the Arabs
.
Out of Biloxi.
Like Pumpy and the
BCS, gone before time.
.
He lives on only
In the memory of an intern
Who’s mams he bammed.
.
On his old drafting
Table. Without a condom. Drunk
Testing hot waters.
.
It seems ike just three
Months ago he posted this Haiku
And now he’s gone.
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He done got the Arabs. Son.